Sara's Narcissus and Other Stories

I wrote this a couple of months ago, at the time I felt a bit sorry for him…

In your chair
 
You can’t keep the promises you want to keep
Even though, the feelings run oh so deep
Good intentions, they just don’t make a life
When it’s easier, to sit in the chair
 
You can’t keep the promises you want to keep
Even though, you said you would make the leap
Good intentions they just don’t change a life
When it’s safer to sit in the chair
 
You play out the promises you want to keep
And you can keep it up, week by week
Good intentions, fall beside day to day life
When, you sit beside me in your chair
 
You can’t keep the promises you want to keep
And I think it’s just the way that you are
Good intentions, they just can’t reflect a life
When its cosy to fit in your chair

It’s not like I don’t believe your words
I know you’re sincere, and it hurts
You tell me, you love me, love me, love me again
Cos you think that’s what I want to hear

But I know you can’t keep it up, can’t keep it up.
And your life will just catch you up, and fuck it up
I’ve gotta get out of my chair.